Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner

And fling it to the breeze,

And let the glad hosanna

Sweep over land and seas;

To God be all the glory

For what we now behold--

Oh, let the cheering story

In every ear be told.

2 The drunkard shall not perish

In Alcohol's dire chain,

But wife and children cherish

Within his home again;

And sobered men, repenting,

Will bow at Jesus' feet,

Their thankful hearts relenting

Before the mercy-seat.

3 A new-waked zeal is burning

In this and every land,

And thousands now are turning

To join our temp'rance band;

The light of truth is shining

In many a darkened soul;

Ere long its rays combining

Will blaze from pole to pole.

From brightest crystal fountain

That flows in beauty free,

By shady hill and mountain

Fill high the cup for me!

Sing of the sparkling waters,

Sing of the cooling spring--

Let freedom's sons and daughters

Their joyous tribute bring.

2 From many a happy dwelling,

Late misery's dark abode,

The joyous peal is swelling--

The hymn of praise to God,

Glad songs are now ascending

From many a thankful heart,

Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,

And each their aid impart.

3 We'll join the tuneful chorus

And raise our song on high!

The cheering view before us

Delights the raptured eye;

The glorious cause is gaining

New strength from day to day,

The drunkard host is waning

Before cold water's sway.

An earthly temple here we raise,

Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise;

Oh! make thy gracious presence known,

While now we lay its corner-stone.

2 Within the house thy servants rear,

Deign by thy Spirit to appear;

On all its walls salvation write,

From corner-stone to topmost height.

3 And when this temple, "made with hands,"

Upon its firm foundation stands,

Oh! may we all with loving heart,

In nobler building bear a part,

4 Where every polished stone shall be

A human soul won back to thee;

All resting upon Christ alone,--

The chief and precious Corner-Stone.

Lord! while for all mankind we pray,

Of ev'ry clime and coast,

Oh! hear us for our native land,--

The land we love the most.

2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe,

With peace our borders bless,

With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee;

And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.

4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee

Our country we commend;

Be thou her Refuge and her Trust,

Her everlasting Friend.

My country! 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died!

Land of the pilgrim's pride!

From ev'ry mountain side

Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee,--

Land of the noble, free,--

Thy name--I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,

And ring, from all the trees,

Sweet freedom's song;

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,--

The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God! to thee,

Author of liberty,

To thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us, by thy might,

Great God, our King!

God bless our native land!

Firm may she ever stand,

Through storm and night;

When the wild tempests rave,

Ruler of winds and wave!

Do thou our country save,

By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise

To God above the skies;

On him we wait;

Thou, who art ever nigh,

Guardian with watchful eye!

To thee aloud we cry,--

God save the state!

Lord, from thy blessed throne,

Sorrow look down upon!

God save the poor!

Teach them true liberty,

Make them from tyrants free,

Let their homes happy be!

God save the poor!

2 The arms of wicked men

Do thou with might restrain--

God save the poor!

Raise thou their lowliness,

Succor thou their distress,

Thou whom the meanest bless!

God save the poor!

3 Give them stanch honesty,

Let their pride manly be--

God save the poor!

Help them to hold the right,

Give them both truth and might,

Lord of all life and light!

God save the poor!

Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

Praise for thy care by day and by night,

Praise for the homes by love made so bright;

Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light

Beaming from thy word.

Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home!

Lord! by thy mercy hither we come;

Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam,

Keep us in thy fear;

Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine,

Now cause thy face upon us to shine;

Grant that our hearts may be truly thine

All the coming year.

Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

3 Yet once again the anthem repeat,

Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet;

Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet,

In his temple now.

Jesus accept the offering we bring,

Blending with song the odors of spring;

Still of thy wondrous love we will sing,

Till in heaven we bow.

Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

Praise to God! immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;

Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ.

2 For the flocks that roam the plain,

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,

Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,

Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;

3 All that spring with bounteous hand,

Scatters o'er the smiling land,

All that lib'ral autumn pours

From her rich o'erflowing stores;

4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise;

And when ev'ry blessing's flown,

Love thee for thyself alone.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,

I lay me down in peace to sleep;

Secure I rest upon the wave,

For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.

2 I know thou wilt not slight my call,

For thou dost mark the sparrows fall;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3 And such the trust that still were mine,

Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine;

Or though the tempest's fiery breath

Roused me from sleep to wreck and death.

4 In ocean cave still safe with thee,

The germ of immortality;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Come, let us anew

Our journey pursue--

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the Master appear;

His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfill,

And our talents improve

By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

2 Our life is a dream,

Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;

The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone;

The millenial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near.

3 Oh, that each, in the day

Of his coming, may say,

"I have fought my way through;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;"

Oh, that each from his Lord

May receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done;

Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne"